Stiles was pissed. Royally pissed. After Diana had left last night he had called his dad to see if he was alright, he was, but then whatever Diana had done to him began to wear off and he began to think. Think how selfish Scott was, how if none of this had happened then his Dad wouldn't have gotten hurt and he wouldn't be neck deep in supernatural shit right now.

So he stopped talking to Scott.

Good morning. Diana's voice floated into his head, he looked around him before remembering their discussion last night.

Don't look round like that, it looks weird, just act normal. She admonished softly, I'm in Geography right now but I think you need to talk.

I'm fine. Stiles shot back, staring down at his work.

Clearly. Diana sassed. Look, you need to talk to someone and it might as well be me.

Stiles rolled his eyes, Scott's just so obsessed with Alison it's blinding him to everything else that's going on. He can never see the bigger picture. If it wasn't for him then my Dad wouldn't have gotten hurt. Stiles unloaded.

Yeah, I get that. Diana replied, But maybe look at it this way, if it was you would he still be there for you? I know it's hard and there aren't many others that you know that know like you do, but don't lose your friend over this.

Why do you even care? It's not like you talked to me before this. You have, Stiles stopped short he was going to mention about her family but then he remembered that she was just as broken as he was.

I have what Stiles? I have memories, the same as you and like it or not I'm stuck with you, I thought the least I could do was try to help. Her voice in his head was angry and hurt. Immediately he regretted his words and tried to get her back.

Diana? Diana please, I'm sorry.

She had shut him out. He slumped in his seat sadly as the bell rung for next period.

Scott raced to the seat behind Stiles who had positioned himself so that he was behind Diana.

Scott began to explain about Derek while Stiles tried his hardest to not talk to him. Eventually he broke,

"If I was talking to you I'd say you were an idiot for trusting him." He focused on Diana's head "But obviously I'm not talking to you."

She could feel the urge he had to council his friend spilling over and smiled slightly to herself,

Stiles flipped round after a hard moment,

"What did he say?"

Scott grinned at his friend. Stiles' head was filled with the sound of Diana laughing at him,

Yeah, shut up. I'm still angry at him. He thought at her,

No. It's cute; you're like a married couple. She laughed in his head.

So are you not angry at me anymore? I am sorry about before. He could see Diana shrug in response and he sighed.

I'm a lot of things at the moment but nothing is directed at you. She said evasively,

You know you could just give me a straight answer.

I can't lie, it's part of the whole being a Witch deal. You learn quickly how to only say what's needed.

Oh right. Okay then sorry. Stiles flushed slightly before registering that Scott was telling him about Derek's big plan and focusing on that.

Diana didn't really see Stiles for the rest of the day, something about him being Scott's teacher.

"Your Yoda I will be." Stiles said happily sat across from the wolf in the lunch room, "I said it backwards-"

"Yeah, I-I know." Scott said cutting across Stiles,

"Alright you know what, I definitely still hate you." He laughed sarcastically and began to snatch his books back from Scott who was trying desperately to hide from Alison who was sat the table over with Diana.

"Oh yeah." He said leaving the table. Alison saw Scott and any conversation she had with Diana was forsaken for chasing after the boy. Diana looked up with a 'Really' expression before following.

Nice Yoda reference by the way. I love those films. Diana thought to Stiles as she swanned out of the lunch room still eating her red apple.

Seriously? You like them?

Stiles, my father was a freeze, he could just about lift things like Luke does on Dagobah of course he showed me those films.

What's a freeze? Stiles wondered.

It's what the male offspring of a Witch is called; their power is kind of like an echo of their mother's most dominant talent. Diana explained carefully.

Ah cool. So, which one is your favourite? He asked secretly testing the girl. Diana smirked,

Empire, you can't catch me out with that test Stiles I know how bad the prequels are. Hey if you're looking for a way to train Scott you could hurt him and make him stop turning through the pain. Diana suggested as she headed towards her other friends in the corridor. Derek always used to say that it was painful round the full moon.

That would be a good revenge too. Thanks. Stiles said before going quiet.

Diana looked out the window in her History class and had to put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. Stiles had taken her suggestion and was now pelting Scott with lacrosse balls.

The rest of her day passed quietly, she didn't hear about anything going wrong with her coven, the main core had chosen to stay despite the threat from the hunters but a temporary ban had been put on outright magic, they all felt a little stilted because of it.
Even Stiles had been quiet. That was until the end of the day.

Hey, I'm in detention. Again. Also I made up with Scott by the way. Stiles said, Diana was pulling up to her house and remained on the drive for a moment. I took your advice from this morning.

Good, I'm glad you have your brother back. Diana exited her car and entered her house. It was a modest-ish house with plenty of dormer windows on the third floor and a large driveway leading to a large front door. The coven often used this house for meetings as it had been handed down the maternal line for centuries. It was just how the Preston's had done things. They passed the gift down the maternal line, why not everything else.
Realistically the house was hers, her mother had been the heir but had let her brother have it for free and now her Uncle Simon held the estate in trust until her eighteenth birthday. Then the Preston fortune would be hers to control from the accountancy firm to the estate management.

"How did school go today honey?" Her Aunt greeted her from the kitchen as she walked in.

"Good, there is a new werewolf in town; he's dating the Argent girl." Diana breezed picking at a bunch of grapes on the island counter. "But I got an A in Geography."

"Anything else?" Heather prompted, Diana shook her head no. "Well, the feedback last night was good. You seem to be doing alright, maybe throw a grade in History or Econ, don't want to be too perfect. Other than that we're proud of you."

Heather leant over and kissed the head of her niece. She had been through a lot in her young life and Heather wanted her to know that she was loved.

Diana looked up at the greying blonde woman with a smile.

"Thank you." Heather was shocked for a second as Diana looked the spit of her mother, the woman she had grown up with. "How did the coven meeting go today?"

"Well actually, we all agreed to carry on with limited casting, and that we would be warding our homes to high heaven as a precaution." Diana nodded,

"That is wise, anything I can help with?" Heather grimaced and nodded.

"We need you to get close to the daughter. She might accidentally let slip something."

"Spying?" Diana raised her eyebrows. She giggled a little "Cool."

Heather sighed in relief,

"I'll let everyone know that you're ok with it." She began to walk back to the large living room primarily used for coven meetings and communication

"Hey, Heather. The Sheriffs son knows what's really going on. I'm going to be getting closer to him too." Diana called after her stopping her Aunt by the double doorway to the living room.
Heather nodded,

"I think that's a good idea. Keep him safe, Cordelia was a lovely woman I'd hate to think that this family had failed her son."

Diana nodded and wandered up the stairs to her room. The mirror was silent today as if her ancestors knew it was not a good time to talk to her. Instead she started in on her homework.